Move

Mm, mm mm, mm mm, mm mm, mm mm Mm mm, mm mm, mm mm, mm Mm, mm mm, mm mm, mm mm, mm mm Mm mm, mm mm, mm mm, mm You might think that you’re hot property Well honey, I’ve gotta tell you, I’m fucking royalty And you might think you’ve got your finger on my trigger But boy you just let me down Ain’t gonna sit here and linger, I’m so much bigger And I don’t need you around Here’s what I’m saying If you ain’t playing then get off of my pitch I’m on a steamroller, baby, down a freeway and it’s Got no time for you, if you ain’t singing my tune just move Get off the pitch, boy, move Hey, yeah, oh yeah And I - ha! - don’t want your excuses, no no no If time’s taught me anything, it’s that words are useless, yeah, ooh And now I’m riding solo, out on my own, took the high road And never looking back, no never looking back And you keep saying ‘Go slow’, keep it down low, three weeks no call That's a bit long It's just rude, is what I'm saying. Three weeks. I'm pretty sure that's longer than my piano solo. Just! Just. Honey I’m through with that I’m through with that, yeah If you ain’t playing then get off of my pitch I’m on a steamroller, baby, down a freeway and it’s Got no time for you, if you ain’t singing my tune just move Get off the pitch, boy, move Hey yeah, oh yeah, yeah, yeah Now listen, I’m through with the foreplay The ball’s in your court, come on send it my way But if you stand stumbling, all thumbs fumbling Well honey, I’m gonna move This ain’t rocket science Step up to the plate or I’ll leave you behind Cause I’ve done my time suffering lonely nights wondering Now watch out, I’m coming through Just move If you ain’t playing then get off of my pitch, yeah, yeah Roller, baby, down a freeway and it’s Got no time for you, yeah, yeah My tune just move, just move, just Get off the pitch boy, move, yeah If you ain’t playing then get off of my pitch I’m on a steamroller, baby, down a freeway and it’s Got no time for you, if you ain’t singing my tune just move Get off the pitch, boy, move